I sat down this past weekend to write my first metal song. I initially thought it would take me between 4 and 5 minutes and then I could go on my one song metal world or at least Johnson County tour. The one thing I didn't plan on was the hours reflecting on what metal means to me. Turns out, it means almost absolutely nothing to me but of course you have to give yourself time to reflect, right? I made charts, talked to shamans, wept, delved into my many spheres of influence and nada! But my friends, that is the beauty of metal - you don't have to know anything about it to do it because kind of like punk it's about attitude. In fact, I'd go as far as to say metal is punk without heart. It's anger up to the point right before you realize that it's masked hurt - just listen to the Goo Goo Dolls - they used to be metal and turned into mid-tempo sappy mush rock.
So, to make a long story longer - I've written most of a metal song - it's called "Giving Birth To Death" (way metal, huh?). I was going to call it "Pain In My Assets" and it was going to be about a man's struggle with our horrible economic times but that was way too political for metal, at least my metal, the metal I know and don't love. There will be a youtube video shortly after I throw a couple of fast bar chords behind my sick metal lyrics - wish me luck!
Yours in metal,
The Chairman
No comments:
Post a Comment